I don’t know if it was some magnetic pull from the Supermoon or whatever it was, but the number of huge upsets was astounding.

On Saturday, the second-, third- and fourth-ranked college football teams all lost. Those teams were Clemson (lost to Pitt), Michigan (lost to Iowa) and Washington (lost to No. 20 USC).

It really seemed inexplicable. But how exciting was it?

Big time.

Watching sports is so intoxicating because you never really know what the outcome will be. Sure, you can surmise what team will win, but who called that trifecta above? Nobody.

Even watching games between teams you care nothing about becomes good television if it’s a close game. If it’s a close game and there’s an underdog, a live, intriguing script is being played out right in front of your face.

Some people can’t bear to watch for different reasons. It’s like players not watching their teammate try for a game-winning field goal. I’ve never understood that, but for some people, it makes perfect sense.

I get it. Watching some teams win makes you sick.

I can’t stand Jim Harbaugh from Michigan. When he loses, I win. When he wins, I lose. He probably is a perfectly nice guy, but whatever it is, I wasn’t a Michigan hater until he arrived.

But that’s what makes it fun. Whether real or surreal, you feel like you have a little bit of something invested in a game in which no one who is actually playing cares about your “investment.” But that doesn’t matter. We need to “feel.” In sports, there are no safe spaces. You either can handle it or you can’t.

You win, you win. You lose, you lose. It’s OK to be upset and it’s OK to cry, but it is temporary.

If your team loses, you can blame the refs, you can blame the other team for various reasons and you can even blame your own teammates, but the end result, no matter your desire, is what’s on the scoreboard. The more you foam at the mouth and name call, the uglier the scab gets.

You don’t get to say “field goals don’t count” after a game is over.

It doesn’t matter whether you feel you are a better team. All three of those teams were heavy favorites, yet something happened.

I was talking to a friend about the biggest upset of all last week – the Trump-Clinton matchup.

He made the perfect analogy because watching the results come in was like watching a football game. It was blow after blow. There was a heavy favorite and a big-time underdog before “the game” started.

And then it unfolded. The equivalent of a field goal to win it as time expired.

One team elated, running around wide-eyed, looking for someone to hug.

On the other side, empty stares and tears.

Nobody got it right; nobody got it wrong. There was a tight competition, with clear rules and one rival beat the other for the first time in eight years. It’s happened before and it’ll happen again. The pendulum is brutally consistent.

Win or lose, now it’s time to get in line, shake hands and prepare for the next time. Win with class and lose with class. That’s what you teach your kids.

Practice what you preach, no matter how big “the game.”

Things have gone too far for too long.

Graham Messner has been a writer for many years and has also been involved in real estate, fundraising and coaching. He can be reached at toofar@gmx.com.